Lying on the bed he was familiar with, Liu Jian slept reassuringly.

It was already dawn, and the sun shone through the glass window on the quilt, bringing a hint of warmth. Outside, there was a plain white world, and the sound of children's giggling and laughter was faintly heard.

When Liu Jian was wandering in the Western Han Dynasty, modern time had passed silently for six months, the Mid-Autumn Festival had passed, the National Day had passed, and even Christmas had gone away.

Water, electricity, and gas bills are all paid automatically. Because of his simple social connections, even if he has been missing for six months, he has not been able to cause any turmoil in this world.

In the S-class four bags of apples that he recharged and connected to the Internet, only his mother, who lived in the countryside, sent him a few text messages. Roughly complained that Liu Jian hadn't been looking at her for so long, and the latest news was a month ago, and the content was that there were some things to discuss with him. However, if there are no follow-up calls and texts, it is estimated that it will not be too important.

Liu Jian turned his head, and a red Ouroboros jade pendant was lying quietly on his bedside table.

The Ouroboros Jade Pendant shattered and disappeared the moment it hit the wall, turning into a little starlight, and then ...... A brand-new Ouroboros jade pendant that was exactly the same as the previous one appeared in Liu Jian's hand without warning. I don't know why, Liu Jian seemed to see a mocking look on the lewd snake's face.

This thing is completely entangled in him.

Liu Jian, who was inexplicably depressed, got up, jumped off the ground, and stepped on the floor full of floating ash with his bare feet.

"Do you want to clean it?" For six months, the whole house fell into a layer of dust. Liu Jian didn't care when he came back, shook the quilt and fell asleep.

After being tortured by the hard bed of the Han Dynasty for six months, I finally met my dear Simmons, why did Liu Jian care that she was a little gray?

Holding it is a roll.

After three years in the army, the old sow Sai Diao Chan slept on a hardwood bed for six months, and Liu Jian felt that the life of being able to sleep Simmons was so satisfying.

After considering the time and physical strength required to clean the room, Liu Jian wisely chose to give up.

"Let's call the housekeeping company and clean up and sell the house...... It's better to rent it out, and then we'll talk about it later. ”

Pulling a backpack casually, patting the ash on it, Liu Jian loaded some gold and went out.

Today's price of gold is 243 yuan per gram, because Liu Jian's gold content is slightly insufficient (the general gold content of gold in the Western Han Dynasty is about 95%, as evidenced by the unearthed horseshoe gold), so it needs to be discounted, Liu Jian's actual price is 235 per gram, Liu Jian sold more than ten catties, almost three million.

During this period, there were no incidents worth describing, and Liu Jian was not greeted by a glamorous female boss, but a lobby manager in his forties who was as fat as Liu Jian before. They didn't ask him to show the invoice, nor did they suspect that his gold came from Lu 2 and took the opportunity to stab him.

Sounds incredible?

But the reality has always been so incredible.

Who the hell cares where your gold comes from?

It doesn't matter if you were handed down from your ancestors, dug up from a tomb, or stolen.

For them, it makes no difference at all.

After all, after they buy it, they will melt it into jewelry, even if the gold is not coming from the right way, how can you prove that the gold is not coming from the right way?

Do you call him and see him say yes?

Of course, this is on the premise that the volume is not large.

If the amount is large, whether it is gold, gemstones, rice and wood, the eyes of the relevant departments will be on you.

Because your actions interfere with the market smoothness.

It doesn't matter if your gold was stolen, looted, or how it was obtained.

When the time comes, you can use this charge.

After getting more than three million yuan, Liu Jian had no intention of doing business.

Liu Jian didn't plan to sell ginseng and gold because he was too lazy to bother.

"I was not born to be a plane merchant." Liu Jian smiled bitterly and shook his head, if you want to be a successful plane merchant, you can't just be able to travel between planes.

Essentially, to become a successful defending businessman, one must have enough greed, and only greed can give them enough motivation to venture between one unknown plane after another.

If Liu Jian goes to be a plane merchant, he is obviously unqualified.

For Liu Jian, money is always enough. He has no interest in accumulating wealth, and Liu Jian prefers to do something that interests him rather than bothering to accumulate wealth. He will eventually become an otaku, largely because of his personality.

Throw the bed into a small space, it's winter, but it's a warm tropical scenery in the small space. Liu Jian decided to hide in a small space when he needed to sleep in the future, not to mention the slightest cold, and the air was still very fresh.

Eternal energy type constant warmth, you deserve it.

Refrigerator or something, Liu Jian didn't open it at all**, he didn't clean it up for six months, Liu Jian used his ass to know what it was like in the refrigerator now. I found the owner of a nearby scrap yard and asked him to directly haul the refrigerator away, and after collecting two hundred yuan, the refrigerator had nothing to do with Liu Jian anymore, and asked him to clean it up slowly.

I gave Li Xiaonan 5,000 yuan to his prison card, and by the way, he wrote a letter telling him that he had just returned from abroad and paid his phone number, asking him to call him if he needed anything.

Liu Jian felt that he would take time to see Li Xiaonan, after all, Li Anping entrusted him to take care of him, and it was really too much for him to disappear for six months without saying a word.

Just when Liu Jian was thinking about not knowing what to do next, Ouroboros's prompt suddenly came.

"The space-time anchor has been established, please return to the small space as soon as possible to establish the time ratio."

The sun, the Ouroboros, the beach, the small space is still the same, just with an extra bed.

In the thick fog in the distance of the small space, the outline of an island was revealed.

That's not an island, it's the world.

I want to be the emperor's world.

Liu Jian opened the light screen and flipped through it.

The light screen does not exist in reality, but is more like it is projected directly onto his retina. Hundreds of pages are sprinkled with all sorts of information.

Liu Jian quickly found the page to adjust the time ratio, and sure enough, he could adjust the time ratio between the world where I want to be the emperor and the real world. The highest ratio is one hundred to one, and the lowest ratio is one to hundred.

The time ratio of the first time to travel through the new world is fixed at one to one, but after the time and space anchor is established, Liu Jian can freely adjust the time ratio of two different worlds in a small space. At the same time, he can also travel back and forth between the two worlds at will.

"It's very convenient, it's worthy of the Ma family, the cottage surpasses the original, it's amazing. Alas, no, your image is obviously not from the Ma family, I should call you a snake talk. The male snake the female snake, and the male snake: "Does it hurt?" The female snake: "It hurts!" Male Snake: "Then I'll stop." The female snake: "Don't! I think this novel is very reliable and fully reflects the special relationship between men and women, what do you think?"

Liu Jian looked up at the sun, but unfortunately did not react at all.

"Cut!"

Anyway, it can be adjusted at any time, Liu Jian casually adjusted the time ratio to one hundred to one, and let the world of the Western Han Dynasty flow slowly. Liu Jian flipped through the light screen casually, and soon turned to the last page. There is only a progress bar on it, which shows the words "Charged".

However, will Cheng Caiwei and Ma Xiaomei be only twenty when they go back again, but they are already old men?